Chapter Four

Toothiana Pixie, her name should explain fully of how she really is the Tooth Fairy. But nevertheless, I wouldn't expect her to look like a human humming bird with multiple colors that, I will admit, mixed beautifully. Her pink-violet eyes and eyelashes threw me off a bit but went perfectly with the mixture of her feathers that were yellow, green, teal, blue, gold and tan skin. Even her feathers form a dress like tail and a crown. Of course when she happily showed me her 'true form' she immediately attacked my teeth, cooing on how sparkly they were or how clean they're kept. I'm flattered really, but I can't breath with both of her hands being shoved down my throat.

"Tooth, fingers out of mouth!" North said amused watching as the dentist floated away from me bashfully making her way to North. Miss Pixie was a dentist, the most wanted dentist to be exact. In both prison and dentist offices, she was the worlds most famous bank robber in the world, stealing money to only have it disappear within months. Now I know where it goes, it kind of gives her a better image to see she steals money to give to children in exchange for their teeth.

And then again, everything turned serious. Miss Pixie nodded as she shook herself so her feathers disappeared and now wore a silky dress and jewlery in the exact same design and color. Her light honey brown hair was short but flowed around her little shoulders. North placed a hand on her back as he led her away towards his office where Mr. Mansnoozie was continuing North's work until he gets back. I was still curious to what they were discussing, but after the talk about everyone I have a distinct feeling it had something to do with the Nightmare King wanting to rule the world. Why would someone want to rule the world? I pretty much find it tiring and to much work, all I want to do is have some fun.

To say the least, I couldn't concentrate on those things. Or anything at all. Sighing I went to walk along the house viewing the paintings and pictures that often had North and the others. Pictures of places that I've always felt like I know of, but always feeling lost. When I look now, I realize there was not a single photo of my or anyone when we were younger, only how we currently look. It was like we haven't aged a year or two. But the photo I couldn't stop looking at was the one that always left a pain in my chest and a silent sob in my throat. It was a large painting of a lake, the full moon in the background showed that it was about midnight, snow surrounding it as ice covered the lake. A little hill towered around it as trees secluded it. Looking at it I feel like something was missing, something about me was missing. A memory. The very memory that makes me feel like death when I stare at the picture, like I couldn't breathe. As if I was drowning.

"That's one of my favorite paintings. Like it?" I jumped at the sound of the voice behind me. Turning around too quickly, I ended up tripping over someones two left feet and landing on something hard. The hard thing I landed on was warm, really warm, damp and smooth. A dick. In disgust I quickly crawled off the thing and only saw it was the Chef wearing only a towel around his waist while his hair was dripping wet. It was a dick either way. But seeing his chest and uncovered body parts made me blush to my ears and turn my head away.

"Pedophile, put some clothes on you, mongrel, the mordacity you have to walk around like that you, imbecile." I placed a hand on my chest in shock as I glared at him icily. Replaying what happen in my head sent shivers of disgust down my spine. The mordacity he has to walk around in a towel, much less a tiny towel. This imbecile probably doesn't even know we have larger towels for our bodies. Honestly, how incapable is this guy? "By god man, just leave and put some clothes on!"

"I would if I knew where my towel was ya dingo!" he yelled in frustration while I covered my face with my hands, feeling my face burn in embarrassment. "Give me your shirt!" I was wearing a button shirt without an under shirt as I was in a rush to meet sandy down stairs. North gave me a time limit so I couldn't be a second late or the old man would have supper without me. Not that it would change much but I do have a slight appetite.

"I don't want to!" I said embarrassed.

"Why?!"

"Because I don't have an undershirt..."

"... so what, I don't have any pants!" He said pointedly. My face was burning even more making me slightly light headed. He's not wearing any pants. This idiot, why couldn't he just disappear already?! But to get this over with I unbuttoned my shirt, purposely averting my eyes away from him. I could feel myself become even more light headed as I pulled my shirt off. God I was such a virgin, an inexperience virgin. My eyes welled with tears of embarrassment when I could feel his eyes on me. I knew that I was pale and had a lithe figure. So when he finally had his private part covered I felt slightly relieved as I stood a few feet away from him, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

"Ermm... Thanks... For the shirt." He said awkwardly scratching his head backing away as I backed down the opposite way.

"Chef?"

"Yeah?" he stopped looking at me making me look away blushing.

"Burn the shirt when your done with it."